[Intro: Birdman] + (Ross) + {French}
(You know my sneakers foreign, ^!$$%)
Yeah {what you heard~!}

Bigger than life {SKRRT~! Cookin' up!}
Big money poppin' boy {cookin' up!}
Yeah {c-c-c-c-c-c-cookin' up!}


[Hook: French Montana]
(YEEEAH) They talking bout me in the trap house (what you heard)

They asking bout me in the trap house (what you heard)
They talking bout me in the trap house (what you heard)
They asking bout me in the trap house (YEEEAH)

What the business is, stay up out of mine (hah)
What the business is, stay up out of mine (hah)
They talking bout me in the trap house (what you heard)

They asking bout me in the trap house (hah)

[Interlude: French Montana]

...Trap house (hah)
...Trap house (hah)


{!@&@e Boy, baby!}

[French Montana]

^!$$%s mad that I went and got my visa (hah)
Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up (WHOOP)
Damn right we rockin' (rockin'), damn right we coppin' (coppin')

Fly cars we whippin' (whippin'), the $#&@ boys be plottin' (plottin')
Purple Jolly Ranchers (Ranchers), chain couple advances (bling)
Wrist and watch blang (bling), blue and white like Kansas (hah)

Right side turn wheel; talk kush, we burn fields (WHOOP)
Swore I seen the devil on my first meal
Had to kill the watch, ^!$$% -- time served

I'm talking +9,000 Watts+, ^!$$% -- you ain't heard?

[Hook] + [Interlude]


[Rick Ross]
You know my wardrobe foreign, ^!$$% {M-M-M-Maybach Music}

You know my watch foreign, ^!$$%...

I talk money, some say I speak foreign (HUH)

Whip foreign, watch foreign, (*##$ foreign (HUH)
Told her to dance, and that (*##$ kept going
Cake, cake, cake, cake -- just throw it

I'm a boss, mother$#&@er; pull up to the club
Just to floss, mother$#&@er, on the salt, mother$#&@er
Rich mother$#&@er, all the whips foreign

Take your (*##$, mother$#&@er; suck a dick, mother$#&@er
I'm the %#@!, mother$#&@er -- time to get up off the toilet
This is it, mother$#&@er; thirty-six, mother$#&@er

And you a (*##$, mother$#&@er; all your (*##$es know it
Hit a lick, mother$#&@er; took a brick, mother$#&@er


[Hook]

[Birdman]

Rich Gang, BLAAAT~!
Hundred bricks, ^!$$%, like a hundred chips
Hundred whips, ^!$$%, another hundred clips

Overseas, ^!$$%, on some hundred %#@!
Flip a hundred things, moving on a hundred whips
All the mils counted, peep how it feels

Up top, ^!$$%, doing big deals
Big chips, ^!$$%, knowing how to kill
On the field, ^!$$%, do this %#@! and do it real

Another flip, ^!$$%, stash the cash
We do this, nothing but some money on me
Another blast, ^!$$% -- #~!!@

Curve, swerve, hit 'em with that chopper on me
Eleven hundred, flipped eleven hundred
!@&@e Boys in this (*##$, move eleven hundred

Got them whole things in the sand
Uptown, filthy rich, Rich Gang


[Hook]

[Outro: French Montana]
Yeah, yeah
The hardest part about the bid'ness

Is minding your own - welcome to the room
All the whisperin' stop; but you know?
Nosey people get in the face, of real ^!$$%s gettin' money
Ya feel me? They askin' 'bout me in the trap house
E'ry block... Baby whattup? Rosay

They talkin' 'bout us in the trap house...